Topic ID: 21694
|
View previous topic :: View next topic |
| Author |
Message |
logosgal
Is running around like a headless chicken
Novelist
Gender: 
Age: 19
Joined: 03 Jun 2007
Posts: 345
Reviews: 10
Country: College or Bust!
300 Points
|
 Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2007 8:22 pm Post subject: |
 |
|
Eep! too many numbers! Aet, you're almost as bad as Snoink... 
There are other ways to up your word count, you know.
| Quote: |
| Simeon felt that the dragon we sizing him up, judging him, scrutinizing every inch of him. |
See? all you need is annoying, repetitive redundancies! No counting necessary!
| Quote: |
| The dragon only answered with an enigmatic look. Dragons have enigmatic looks down to a science. A dragon’s enigmatic look is so completely inscrutable that no one has ever been able to glean any information at all from them, except for the information that the dragon giving the look will not be giving any more information, and that this particular dragon is, in fact, proficient in the art and science of enigmatic look-giving. Simeon knew that the dragon would not give him any more answer than that. |
That's my pathetic attempt at...something... |
_________________
So, what have I missed since January? |
|
| Back to top |
|
|
|
Aet Lindling
the Antitwilight.
Speaker of the Forum
Gender: 
Age: 100
Joined: 26 Feb 2007
Posts: 740
Reviews: 141
Country: Careful, if I come into contact with idiocy I'll cause annihilation!
0 Points
|
| Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2007 9:15 pm Post subject: |
|
|
And I already have as many of those as I can fit in. 
EDIT:
Example, the telephone scene...
| Quote: |
| Thomas Berkness was about to partake in biting off, chewing, and swallowing another piece of the slice of cold pizza for breakfast, of which he loved the delicious unique flavor of, that he had taken from the grease stained box called a pizza box, that contained four other of these slices of cold pizza for breakfast, of which he loved the delicious unique flavor of, when the phone, also known as a telephone, and while this form of a telephone, or a phone, was not, the first phone, or telephone, which was created by Alexander Graham Bell, who also created the gramophone, and his assistant Watson, which is also the name of Sherlock Holmes’s partner Watson, living at 22b Baker Street, and the name of James Dewey Watson, who was born 1928 and has not yet died, who shared the Nobel Prize for Physiology or Medicine in 1962 with Francis Harry Compton Crick, who was born 1916 and died in 2004, and Maurice Hugh Frederick Wilkins, who was also born 1916 and also died in 2004, which is kind of creepy, rung. |
And also the toothbrushing sequence:
| Quote: |
| Thomas Berkness got to the bathroom, turned on the light, took a toothbrush, turned on the bathroom sink (not the kitchen one), wet the toothbrush, turned off the bathroom sink, took the toothpaste tube, unscrewed the cap of the toothpaste tube off, applied some toothpaste to the bristles of the toothbrush, put the cap back on the toothpaste tube, put the toothpaste tube back, and raised the toothbrush up to his teeth. Thomas Berkness scrubbed at his teeth once. Thomas Berkness scrubbed again. Thomas Berkness scrubbed at his glistening teeth, the toothpaste foaming, yet again. Thomas Berkness continued in this manner for about 2 minutes, and then spit in to the bathroom sink (not the kitchen sink) all the frothy liquid that had formed in his mouth as a result of the brushing of his teeth. Thomas Berkness then rinsed out his mouth with water from the bathroom sink (not the kitchen sink), by turning the water of the bathroom sink (not the kitchen sink) on, tightly cupping his hands, placing Thomas Berkness’s tightly cupped hands under the stream of water, filling the tightly cupped hands with water, and sipping the water into his mouth from the tightly cupped hands, uncupping his hands, swishing the water around in his mouth, and spitting the water out into the sink, tightly cupping his hands, placing Thomas Berkness’s tightly cupped hands under the stream of water, filling the tightly cupped hands with water, and sipping the water into his mouth from the tightly cupped hands, uncupping his hands, swishing the water around in his mouth, and spitting the water out into the sink, and turning off the sink. |
|
_________________
"His skin literally sparkled, like thousands of tiny diamonds were embedded in the surface. He lay perfectly still in the grass, his shirt open over his sculpted, incandescent chest, his scintillating arms bare."
'Nuff said, amirite? Twihater yay.
Last edited by Aet Lindling on Wed Nov 07, 2007 9:30 pm; edited 2 times in total |
|
| Back to top |
|
logosgal
Is running around like a headless chicken
Novelist
Gender:
Age: 19
Joined: 03 Jun 2007
Posts: 345
Reviews: 10
Country: College or Bust!
300 Points
|
| Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2007 9:23 pm Post subject: |
|
|
| Aet Lindling wrote: |
| And I already have as many of those as I can fit in. |
Oh. Well. Hmm. You could always write more story. Or have one character (always named by his full name) bet an unsuspecting police officer that there's no such number as one thousand. 
EDIT:
Hehe, lol! XD Wow. Okay, I bow to your superior repetitive redundancy prowess, Aet. |
_________________
So, what have I missed since January?
Last edited by logosgal on Wed Nov 07, 2007 10:33 pm; edited 1 time in total |
|
| Back to top |
|
Crysi
Cold and Fragile
Epic Novelist
Gender:
Age: 19
Joined: 16 Nov 2004
Posts: 4362
Reviews: 572
Country: California Crew, yo.
300 Points
|
| Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2007 10:01 pm Post subject: |
|
|
Ah, I miss "Captain Ahab for lack of a better name since the Almighty Authoress could not figure out a decent one before the beginning of the National Novel Writing Month started and then the Almighty Authoress decided this one was too catchy not to use it so of course the Almighty Authoress had no choice but to use it as the name of the captain of the ship on which the Red Company travels" from last year's NaNo. He was a terrific character, but for some reason always wanted to be called by his full name...
So, I was writing in calculus today, and came up with this brilliant sentence:
| Quote: |
| Sijaeus led them around the perimeter of the room, which was fairly circular in nature. |
I couldn't just say "round room," of course. But I could tell when I added on the circularity that my mind was in full NaNoism mode.
Oh writing. How you amuse me. |
_________________
[Prokaryote] 8:00 pm: awwwww we love you too Crysis. but we hate your satanic WoW rituals |
|
| Back to top |
|
luna_the_shiekah
Is addicted to internet
Speaker of the Forum
Gender:
Age: 18
Joined: 21 Oct 2006
Posts: 511
Reviews: 72
Country: USA
300 Points
|
| Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 7:15 pm Post subject: |
|
|
"Hen."
I mean Hn. Or Hem. Or Hm. Not sure anymore actually.
Heather damned the wet wash cloth upon Fred's forehead.
It's supposed to be...well...actually I don't really remember what that was supposed to mean. Ah NaNo, how you force me to write and often horribly. |
_________________
I cannot name this
I cannot explain this
and I really don't want to
just call me shameless.
-Ani Di Franco "Shameless" |
|
| Back to top |
|
Snoink
Snuggly
Writer of Legend
Gender:
Age: 20
Joined: 02 Apr 2005
Posts: 8729
Reviews: 2140
Country: USA
2148 Points
|
| Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 9:38 pm Post subject: |
|
|
| Quote: |
“No, I don’t need it,” I began to say, when I stopped.
Hitler was sitting there, peddling hand lotion. |
XD |
_________________
"So, Obama calls McCain erratic. Well, I call Obama a squirrel." -- Rush Limbaugh
Video Critiques by Yours Truly. |
|
| Back to top |
|
TL G-Wooster
boh
Epic Novelist
Gender:
Age: 16
Joined: 07 Feb 2007
Posts: 3626
Reviews: 821
Country: in Bavaria where the sheep seldom wear spectacles
623 Points
|
| Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 10:32 pm Post subject: |
|
|
What, Snoink? Did I read that right?   |
_________________
Most people run screaming to the therapist when they hear voices. I write. –Laurie Halse Anderson |
|
| Back to top |
|
Sumi H. Inkblot
can divide by zero
Epic Novelist
Gender:
Age: 14
Joined: 27 Feb 2007
Posts: 2995
Reviews: 268
Country: Mu
300 Points
|
| Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 12:16 am Post subject: |
|
|
| Snoink wrote: |
| Quote: |
“No, I don’t need it,” I began to say, when I stopped.
Hitler was sitting there, peddling hand lotion. |
XD |
That is genius.   |
_________________
Capitolism is the uneven distribution of wealth.
Socialism is the even distribution of poverty. |
|
| Back to top |
|
Aet Lindling
the Antitwilight.
Speaker of the Forum
Gender:
Age: 100
Joined: 26 Feb 2007
Posts: 740
Reviews: 141
Country: Careful, if I come into contact with idiocy I'll cause annihilation!
0 Points
|
| Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 2:39 am Post subject: |
|
|
| Ohhh... Snoink, that is genius. It puts to shame my idea... XD (having an elephant that goes on a rampage whenever she hears the phrase "15 minutes could save you 15% on car insurance") |
_________________
"His skin literally sparkled, like thousands of tiny diamonds were embedded in the surface. He lay perfectly still in the grass, his shirt open over his sculpted, incandescent chest, his scintillating arms bare."
'Nuff said, amirite? Twihater yay. |
|
| Back to top |
|
Insomnia
The meaning of life is stuck to your shoe!
Novelist
Gender:
Age: 16
Joined: 21 Mar 2007
Posts: 495
Reviews: 202
Country: New Zealand
334 Points
|
| Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 1:56 pm Post subject: |
|
|
John stood up and yawned, his John cracking as he did.
Seriously. Nearly 3 in the morning. Not my fault. |
_________________
The artist formerly known as Insanityabounds. |
|
| Back to top |
|
Insomnia
The meaning of life is stuck to your shoe!
Novelist
Gender:
Age: 16
Joined: 21 Mar 2007
Posts: 495
Reviews: 202
Country: New Zealand
334 Points
|
| Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2007 5:32 am Post subject: |
|
|
The barman turned his eyebrows towards her, and said, “What would you like to drink, Madam?”
I blame Bubbles for that one completely. -.- |
_________________
The artist formerly known as Insanityabounds. |
|
| Back to top |
|
Crysi
Cold and Fragile
Epic Novelist
Gender:
Age: 19
Joined: 16 Nov 2004
Posts: 4362
Reviews: 572
Country: California Crew, yo.
300 Points
|
| Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2007 5:43 am Post subject: |
|
|
| Quote: |
Their faces looked friendly enough, Crysi thought, peering descreetly through their masked faces. Masked isn’t the word I want to use, but it’s 5:30 in the morning and I haven’t slept at all -- stayed up all night -- and so I really, truly don’t care. Yay for stream-of-consciousness word padding. I wonder if the hyphenated words count as one word or three? I suppose I’ll find out. I should get back to the story now...
|
>.<
The sad thing is, I have several more rants like that, but this was the only one really appropriate... |
_________________
[Prokaryote] 8:00 pm: awwwww we love you too Crysis. but we hate your satanic WoW rituals |
|
| Back to top |
|
Leja
Slightly more inclined to writing than previously
Epic Novelist
Gender:
Age: 18
Joined: 20 Mar 2007
Posts: 2707
Reviews: 788
Country: my locker
300 Points
|
| Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2007 5:47 am Post subject: |
|
|
^ :giggle:
...I've been getting into this bad habit of changing the plot halfway through the scene XD Like, Connie will be at the train station, and I'll mid-sentence put a "But wait, she wasn't really at the train station yet, so she opened the bedroom door and walked down to the kitchen where she could smell yummy pancakes" and such ^_^
Oh, and in one part, the door "clucked" instead of "clicked" XD |
_________________
Got YWS? |
|
| Back to top |
|
bubblewrapped
The Big Cheese
Master of the Forum
Gender:
Age: 21
Joined: 25 Nov 2004
Posts: 1766
Reviews: 578
Country: My own little universe
547 Points
|
| Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2007 5:51 am Post subject: |
|
|
That Hitler quote is genius, Snoink 
| Quote: |
| I pushed open the door. It was an old, wooden door that had been in the family for generations. Sure, the wood had been replaced a couple of times, and the hinges, but it was essentially the same door. Except not. |
I think I was channelling Terry Pratchett. Or possibly my philosophy professor.
Hey, it was nearly 2am... |
_________________
Men talk of heaven,—there is no heaven but here;
Men talk of hell,—there is no hell but here;
Men of hereafters talk, and future lives,—
O love, there is no other life—but here.
-- The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam |
|
| Back to top |
|
|
|
Suzanne
won NaNoWriMo!
Writer of Legend
Gender:
Age: 18
Joined: 21 Sep 2006
Posts: 7088
Reviews: 1754
Country: Riverbluff, MO
1160 Points
|
| Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 5:31 am Post subject: |
|
|
I just NaNoed all over this chapter, but this has to be the best thing I've written thus far:
| Quote: |
| “I am cold, papa! I need clothes!” Armin laughed and walked to the hall. And this is the end of the chapter. |
I didn't know how to end so I literally just ended it. XD |
_________________
I demand
you put my heart back in my hand,
and wipe it clean from the mess you made of me. |
|
| Back to top |
|
|
